KARMAS
Stupid woman

"When you get home, let me know again, will you??" Bisma gently rubbed Alya's head.

"You too, Mas. Be careful while driving" Bisma simply smiled in response to Alya's worries.

"Titip Alya yes Fer!!"

"Any boss, I'll drive him home without a scuff"

I don't know what Bhishma will do because suddenly he told Ferry to take Alya home on the grounds that there is another job that he has to do. While Ferry who does not feel his boss has another suspicious schedule at this time.

"Gue wait for your explanation" Whisper Ferry to Bisma so as not to hear Alya who has walked to the Ferry car.

"Tomorrow I'm clear on everything"

Bisma stared at the departure of Alya who had darted in a Ferry car. There was actually a sense of guilt in her heart because she was lying to her current woman. But on the other side of her heart, Bhishma chose to go make sure of something.

While in the parking lot that had been deserted because most of the guests at the hotel had left, Mesya sat on the side of his car while massaging his sprained leg earlier.

"Who else should I ask for help??" Mesya just stared annoyed at his phone running out of power. He can't drive a car with legs like that. Asking for help was no longer there. Wanting to walk out looking for a taxi also his legs can no longer walk.

"Damn!! Damnit damnit!! Damn it tonight!!" Mesya cursed his cheeks back wet with tears.

The heartbreak of being back tonight, the addition of his aching leg and not being able to go home made him very frustrated.

Mesya covered his wet face with both hands. Closing a small stuffing of his lips so as not to echo in such a night.

"Why not go home and cry here?? You fool!!"

Mesya looked up at the tall-changing man who was suddenly already in front of him.

Bhishma immediately crouched down and pulled at Masya's feet which started to swell.

"Sir" Mesya was surprised by the Bhishma's actions. Mesya quickly removed the remaining tears from his cheek.

"Shut up!!" That low voice sounded very intimidating. Mesya was only able to lock his lips without daring to make a sound again.

"Would go to the hospital first. Your legs are swollen like this" Mesya still continues to look at the face of Bhishma who is looking down on her feet. From such a position, Mesya could see the sharp-boned nose of Bhishma. I want her hand to touch that face gently. But Mesya's heart strictly forbade it.

"Don't you hear??" Mesya was aware of the question of Bhishma.

"Listen. Then, may I borrow your cell phone for a moment, brother. My phone's off so I can't order a taxi from earlier" Mesya pointed out.

Bisma smiled wryly at Mesya. Mesya in front of him today is very different from the previous Mesya. Mesya used to often look for reasons to be able to nebeng in Bhishma's car. But when the opportunity is in plain sight like this, Mesya just does not take advantage of it.

"Sir, what are you doing!"

Mesya screeched because without cue, Bhishma immediately lifted Mesya into his trunk.

The bisma with her cold face remained silent and led Mesya into the woman's red car.

Bhishma herself also felt strange about her at this moment. He may care about other women after he proposes to his girlfriend.

While in the car there was not a single conversation they let out . Both of them were silent with their thoughts.

Upon arrival at the hospital, Bisma returned to hold Mesya. Though it could be Bisma called the officer to bring a gurney or take a wheelbarrow. But Bisma prefers to bring Mesya himself inside.

For almost an hour, Mesya was treated by a doctor to treat his leg. Mesya thought Bhishma had also left him because the man never cared about him.

But Mesya was wrong, when the Doctor finished examining Mesya. He could appear again in front of Mesya.

"Why did he never remove that flat face??" Inner Mesya.

"Another week can be opened casts" replied Mesya briefly.

"Yes, now let's go home" This time Bisma pulled a wheelchair not far from where she stood.

With a row Masya lowered his legs that had been wrapped in brown bandages.

"www..." Mesya grimaced as his legs ached because the tam deliberately treaded too strongly.

Hap...

Bhishma grabbed Mesya's waist so that the woman would not fall.

For a split second their eyes actually met. Lock each other up and read each other's feelings.

"Hem, thank you Brother" Again Mesya cut off their gaze first.

He tried to drive away the awkwardness that was now created between them. Even the bisma doesn't seem to care. He then pushed Masha who had been sitting in his chair.

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"I'm sorry for bothering you, brother, but thank you so much for helping me" Mesya said when they both arrived in front of the Mesya House. Previously, Mesya also did not believe that Bhishma would take him home.

"Hemm" replied Bisma indifferently and unwillingly to look at Mesya.

Mesya was only able to smile bitterly seeing Bisma tang never showed warm nature to him.

"The Udin!! Please help me" Call Mesya to the security guard at his house. He didn't want to trouble Bisma anymore to help her get out of her car.

"Yes Non"

Bisma first came down to take a wheelchair from the trunk of the Mesya car.

Mesya who is being helped by Mang Udin felt creepy because it continues to be looked at by Bhishma at this time. Although the man was only silent, but with his gaze alone was able to skin Mesya.

"Sister Bhishma want to go in first??"

Bhishma was glued for a few seconds. The soft voice of Mesya was exactly like the one of Mesya in his dream.

"No, you come in. I'm leaving now" said Bisma directly turning her body to leave the Mesya House. The man walked away from the house without looking back.

Meanwhile, Mesya still continued to look at the sturdy back away. There was something implied from Mesya's gaze. So deep and so many wounds.

It was very desirable for Masya to shout to ask Bhishma back. But something heavy was holding back from the depths of his heart.

"We're in now, Non??" Mang Udin.

"Yes Mang. Please take me to the room yes" Pinta Mesya because she can no longer see Bhishma from her distance of view.

Mang udin was flabbergasted by his young Miss at this time. Usually he would hear the voice of a commanding cry from Mesya, but this time very gently Mesya asked him for help.